Yamakawa

When I opened my eyes early in the morning, it was a completely unfamiliar place.

Xie Qiujie turned over and saw Xia Youqing on the opposite bed, only then did he realize that he was not at home.

Xie Qiujie lay down for a while, and as soon as he got up from the bed, he saw Xia Youqing sleepily leaning against the head of the bed and looking at the screen of his mobile phone, "Wake up so early?"

It's less than 06:30 now.

Xia Youqing's hair was disheveled, with drowsiness, his facial features were less aggressive, and he was a little youthful and lazy, like a high school student who couldn't get enough sleep.

Xie Qiujie said: "Are you still going to sleep? I'll go outside for a stroll and bring you breakfast by the way."

Living in a hotel is not as comfortable as my own home, and the surroundings are too strange, Xie Qiujie is a bit uncomfortable.

Xia Youqing supported the bed and got up, "Forget it, don't sleep anymore, this bed is uncomfortable."

They simply cleaned up. The temperature in Xi'an was low in the morning, so Xie Qiujie put on a hoodie before going out.

The hot air of breakfast came out from the streets, and Xie Qiujie found that he liked to watch the fireworks in the streets more and more. There were not many pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, and the streets were quiet but full of life.

Xia Youqing took him to sit in the hot and spicy soup shop, and two bowls of steaming hot and spicy soup were served on the table.

The soft and white gluten is soaked in the brown soup, and the crystal clear and smooth vermicelli occupies a bowl. It doesn't look good, but it smells delicious.

Xie Qiujie took a sip of the soup, it was hot, the soup was thick, spicy in the thick, fragrant in the spicy, a little sour, but very aftertaste.

Xia Youqing looked at him and took a sip: "How do you feel?"

"Delicious." Xie Qiujie commented, then picked up the vermicelli and started to eat, "I want to eat Roujiamo, do you know which Roujiamo is delicious?"

"Can you finish eating? You don't usually eat much at home."

"If you finish eating, you may consume a lot today."

Xia Youqing looked at his face, but it was still thin. His face would look better with more flesh. Xia Youqing naturally gave him the untouched beef in his bowl, "Eat more, grow more flesh ,too skinny."

Xie Qiujie looked at the extra sliced ​​beef in the bowl, "Eat it yourself."

Xia Youqing smiled, "I don't need to grow meat, don't worry about it, I'll take you to eat Roujiamo after eating."

Xie Qiujie doesn't understand why he is obsessed with whether he grows flesh, but feels that Xia Youqing looks more and more like his old father.

Xie Qiujie really doesn't eat much usually, maybe because of a change of mood, he has a very good appetite today.

Roujiamo is an inflated flatbread with a burnt-yellow and golden appearance. It has a faint smell of wheat when it comes out of the oven.

One bite, the skin is crispy and the inside is tender, the inside is soft, the cake is crispy and the meat is fragrant, and the mouth is full of fragrant and delicious gravy, rich and mellow.

Xie Qiujie ate a roujiamo until his cheeks bulged. Xia Youqing couldn't help it, so he stretched out his finger and poked it.

Xie Qiujie glanced at him, and said in a vague tone, "What are you doing?"

Even the tone of voice had to be put on a small ending, Xia Youqing thought it was cute, "You are like a hamster, that's how hamsters eat."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

He swallowed it in one gulp, and then said to Xia Youqing with a wooden face, "You are like a mouse."

Xia Youqing couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows were open, the sky was getting brighter now, the warm yellow sun was shining on them, and there were more pedestrians on the road.

Xie Qiujie looked at him and smiled, and suddenly felt that this morning was very beautiful.

Back to the hotel to get the camera, they went to Huimin Street, visited the clock tower, climbed up on the second floor of the clock tower and looked into the distance, and they could see the most spectacular part of the street.

Then go to the city wall to play, Xi'an city wall is the largest and best preserved ancient city wall in China.

There were not many people on the city wall in the morning, so Xia Youqing took a few photos of the bell tower on the city wall of Yongning Gate, and then took various photos of Xie Qiujie and the city wall.

While walking on the city wall, Xie Qiujie suddenly asked, "Can I use your camera?"

Xia Youqing smiled: "Here, you can try to shoot."

Xia Youqing brought an Olympus camera today, which is very small and convenient to carry in a cross-body bag. The shooting has a retro feel of film style, and it looks good no matter whether it is a person or a scene.

It is very suitable for the heavy sense of history in Xi'an.

Holding it in the palm of his hand, Xie Qiujie felt very ceremonial. He casually took a picture of the inn, and then continued to ask: "How do you make it look good?"

"A picture that you think is good-looking is good-looking when you take it. Photography is very subjective," Xia Youqing looked at the picture he took, "For example, you didn't have any skills when taking this picture, but as long as you show it to others You will feel comfortable when you look at it, and that is good-looking.”

"If I want to tell you about temperature, composition, and light, it's too complicated, and you can't understand it for a while. Just shoot according to your own ideas. What kind of world you see in your eyes can be shown in the lens. what kind."

The world in your eyes?

Xie Qiujie didn't know what the world looked like in his eyes. The first ten years were like a black and white silent movie.

Xie Qiujie pointed the camera at Xia Youqing and asked him, "Then what does the world look like in your eyes?"

Xia Youqing started to smile, with a sense of Su, even the hooks at the end of his eyebrows were attractive, and his lips were also very sexy, adding to the high-end sense of his facial features.

In the camera, the city wall and the sky are behind him. The sky is not blue, but the sun is golden. He seems to be a gust of wind passing through the streets of Xi'an City Wall.

Xie Qiujie looked at him in the camera and said: "The world in my eyes is in the camera."

The shot freezes.

This is probably the world in Xie Qiujie's eyes.

During this period, Xie Qiujie couldn't put it down. He felt that the feeling of shooting was a bit addictive, especially when the retro style coincided with Xi'an.

They walked all the way, and Xia Youqing popularized science all the way.

"The ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, the starting point of the ancient Silk Road, Chang'an in ancient times, where thousands of years of Chinese culture has continued, it can be said to be our common spiritual home."

The deepest impression of the Xie Qiu Festival is actually the Tang Dynasty, "I only remember Li Bai and Yang Guifei."

"Li Baidou's Hundred Poems on Wine, Sleeping in a Restaurant in Chang'an City. The Emperor Hulai can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a minister of wine." Xia Youqing read a poem, and then continued: "He is very chic, optimistic and open-minded, In his life, in the era when carriages and horses were slow, he traveled to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland and visited more than 200 places."

Mr. Yu Guangzhong once described him in this way - as soon as he embroiders, he is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"I thought he was very powerful since I was a child. Although he didn't achieve much in politics, he traveled to many places in his life and wrote many poems, which have been handed down to future generations."

Xie Qiujie said: "You are also very chic."

Xia Youqing said, "That's different."

Xie Qiujie: "He was born in a good age."

Just like the poets of the Tang Dynasty, in his early years Du Fu still had the arrogance of "seeing all the mountains and small mountains at a glance", while in his later years he was sad and vicissitudes after seeing the wreckage of reality.

"...That's right."

The general environment of the historical era will affect everyone, just like the tragedy of Concubine Yang Gui, she was a symbol of the prosperous Tang Dynasty in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and she is just a pawn when the prosperous Tang Dynasty is about to fall.

But they lived in a better era, an era of peace and prosperity.

Xia Youqing continued to babble about history with him. Xie Qiujie felt like he was back in high school in an instant, but he was a science student.

He said with a numb face, "Don't tell me about history."

He was sleepy.

Xia Youqing suppressed a smile, "Then let me tell you about geography?"

Before he could speak, Xia Youqing cleared his throat and said: "Xi'an, located in the central and eastern part of China, belongs to the temperate monsoon climate, with four distinct seasons of cold, warm, dry and wet, hot and rainy in summer, and cool in autumn..."

Xie Qiujie covered his mouth with a dark face, "Shut up. You have the ability to tell me about physics."

Xia Youqing took his hand, "That's really useless."

They were arguing, when a man next to him suddenly said, "You two classmates, the discussion you had just now was very interesting."

Xie Qiujie and Xia Youqing looked at him together.

The man looks about 35 years old, neatly dressed, with an academic air.

Today, Xia Youqing is still dressed casually, with a messenger bag and a pair of sneakers. He really looks like a college student.

And Xie Qiujie is often mistaken for a college student.

Xia Youqing was the first to shamelessly recognize the classmate's name, "Hello, teacher, are you a professor at a nearby university?"

Xie Qiujie: "..."

The man smiled: "Yes, professor of history, it's the last day of the National Day holiday. Are you students nearby? You haven't returned to school yet. It's really rare for students nowadays to think of history while traveling."

Xia Youqing said: "We are close to the school, so we can just take a stroll in the morning, it's all high school knowledge, just talk about it."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

His ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open is really undiminished.

The professor of history said: "The two students are studying history? If you are interested, you can go to Western University to attend lectures. My class welcomes students like you very much."

Xia Youqing originally wanted to be polite, but when he saw Xie Qiujie, he suddenly turned around, "Okay, when the teacher has classes, we will go to the class when we have time."

Xie Qiujie looked at Xia Youqing and found out the class time and classroom of the history professor, and then talked with the history professor.

Finally, I made an appointment to go to school to attend classes next time.

Separated from the history professor, Xie Qiujie asked, "Are you really going to attend the lecture?"

Unexpectedly, Xia Youqing not only loves photography, but also loves history.

Xia Youqing had a little smile on his lips, "It's all agreed with the teacher, of course you can't skip class, Xie Qiujie, you say yes."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

He has no interest in history. At the beginning, he was sleepy after reading large paragraphs of text, so he preferred science, a simple and objective subject.

"Go and go yourself."

"Don't," Xia Youqing leaned closer to him, "there will be a teacher's class in a few days, and the teacher invited us to go together. Without you, he will be sad."

Sad ass.

While talking, Xia Youqing suddenly said: "In fact, what the teacher said is quite right. No matter what aspect it is, people nowadays are becoming more and more impetuous, and the people who can keep going in this relatively boring major of history are getting more and more. Come less and less."

Xie Qiujie said: "He has always insisted that people are willing to sit on the bench for the cause they love."

Until the cold bench is hot.

"... also." Xia Youqing paused before saying, "Most careers are lonely, and photography is just a process of recording loneliness."

Xie Qiujie knew that Xia Youqing had spent seven years growing up, and in those lonely days, he slowly developed into his current splendid appearance.

It takes time for a flower to bloom.

Xia Youqing continued, looking at Xie Qiujie, "Xie Qiujie, is there anything you have always wanted to stick to?"

dessert.

Xie Qiujie wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered that he had already resigned, and he didn't know what to do in the future, so he opened his mouth and finally chose to remain silent.

"If you want to do it, you just let it go."

After a long silence, Xie Qiujie bowed his head and said: "...I don't know how to start, Xia Youqing, I'm not you...There are many things that have to be compromised in the end."

"Look at me." Xia Youqing pinched his thin shoulders.

Xie Qiujie saw him and said, "There is no need to compromise. If you want to be a pastry chef, then study desserts. I will always be by your side and can be your strong back."

At that moment, Xie Qiujie felt that everything could go on.